Mini-Matt

Like father, like son. And mama needs a good pair of earplugs. It’s like he actually knows what he’s doing. Could he look more proud of himself?Why does he suddenly look fourteen? Well, except for the pacifier….I heart these boys :)

The Mysterious Pumpkin Patch

 

Believe it or not, we actually made it to the pumpkin patch this year! Last year’s attempts were unsuccessful and I was not going to get my hopes up that we would make it out there this year, but we did! Amazing. This is the first day this month that Matt and I have both been off of work and in town at the same town.

Zane told all of the animals, “Hi”.To sum up the trip, it was warm hot (my scarf was totally unnecessary other than I wanted to wear something plaid because the boys had on plaid) and there was a field….with pumpkins. Apparently the pumpkins weren’t dirty enough because Zane enjoyed throwing dirt on them.He also enjoyed rolling on and sitting on the pumpkins. He had fun and we got a big pumpkin for the front porch. :)  

twenty-one months

 

That face has ‘mischief’ written all over it.  And his body language describes him perfectly. Busy. He never stops moving. Matt said, “Zane jumps from one place to the next. And if he can’t decide where he wants to go next, he just runs in place.”  True.

  And he’s SO sweet. Like, really really sweet. He gives hugs and kisses all the time. He gives the best hugs. He hugs with his whole body and gives a “uuuhh” at the end. He gave me no less than 25 kisses on the hand today while I was pushing him in a cart through Hobby Lobby. He randomly runs up to me during the day and kisses my leg. I got so many kisses on the leg today while brushing my teeth that it left a big ole wet spot on my pants.

I noticed today that there’s a button on my oven labeled “Stop Time”. I wish that worked today. That I could stop time and he would be this sweet little boy forever. That I could hear that sweet little voice say, “Hi Mama, Hi Dada” everyday. That he would never outgrow the age where it’s okay to kiss us on the lips. 100 times a day.  

St. Simon’s Island

We decided to try a new location for vacation this year and headed to St. Simon’s Island, GA. We went the last week of August and practically had the place to ourselves. You can see that the beach is practically deserted behind Zane.

(My brother said he was watching for Uncle Bob to sail by in this picture)

While the water wasn’t quite the clear, blue water we’re used to in Florida, it was still really nice.The sand was really wet and packed, which I considered a bonus. More fun to dig in, didn’t blow all over us or really even stick to our feet!

Zane’s started a new ‘game’ while we were there. We had to pretend we were asleep and he would wake us up. Of course, we had to act totally surprised when we ‘woke up’. He would sometimes pretend he was asleep, too, but then got a little confused when we tried to ‘wake’ him up. Here’s his “asleep” face. Zane’s favorite part of the trip was getting spoiled by DeeDee and Skeet.

More pics of my little beach bum

The St. Simon’s Island Lighthouse

Zane has his fingers stuck in his ears in this picture, which reminds me that he got an ear infection the first day we were there. He would sign ‘more’ after we put his ear drops in. What kid wants more ear drops?? They must have made his ear feel much better!

twenty months

 

This little surfer was on vacation when he turned 20 months old and didn’t get to take his monthly monkey picture. I can’t believe we finally missed one! It was a good streak, though. Cheer up, Zane. We’ll get one next month.

“Mama”

 

Welp, call me super mom. I’ve let a whole month and six days get by me without writing anything about Zane. At this age he seems to change day to day, so I’m not sure I can  remember a month of ‘stuff’. 

Maybe he’ll forgive me for letting so much time go by without documenting his life when I tell him that he was a whole 1 year, 8 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days before he finally gave into calling me “mama”.  I’ve never heard a sweeter little voice.  Hearing him say, “mama” to get my attention is so much more pleasant than him just screaming or yelling until I responded. It was either that, or dada. He still comes up to me and taps my leg and says, “dada”.  “Nooooo. Who am I?”  “Oh, mama.” Like he’s thinking, ‘Whatever woman, just do what I want, ok? Does it really matter what I call you?’

Yes, little boy, it does.

Now I know that he’s had the ability to say mama for about a year now. I’ve heard him when he thought no one was around. I really think he’s just a tiny bit of a turd.  Prime example: When pointing to a picture of Matt and asking, “Who is that?” “Dada”.  Point to my picture and ask.  Silence. Maaaayyyybe, if he was feeling generous, he would at least point to me and grunt. 

Or when Matt would get home from work, Zane would say, “Hi DaDa!” Matt would say, “Hi ZaneZane! Can you say ‘Hi Mama?’”  Cue to Zane looking at me, looking back and Matt, and with a smug little expression saying, “Hi Dada!”.  

ERgggg. Excuse me? Who got up with you at 5:45am, changed your stinky poopy diaper, fixed you a sippy cup of milk, fed you breakfast, changed your clothes, fixed you another sippy cup of milk (oh, you don’t want milk now? you’d rather have juice? ok, let me fix you another one), let you pull every shoe out of my closet just so that I could put on deodorant and brush my teeth, took you to the park, zoomed you around on your Handy Manny truck, fixed you another sippy cup, fed you lunch, put you down for a nap, held you on the couch and fed you a snack while watching Toy Story, here’s yet another sippy cup, AND FIXED YOUR DINNER?!??!!??? Oh, really? Here’s a clue: IT WAS MAMA!

***UPDATE*** So I started this post about two weeks ago….and am just now getting back to it. I guess his 20 month and 21 month post will have to be a combo!